Christmas
2015
Hello
Everyone. Well. I started this letter and then was unable to
finish it for a few days. As many of you
know my husband's mom has been very ill. Last
night she went home to be with the Lord.
So, this letter is not going to be the usual letter that tells about
trips and jobs and our accomplishments this past year. It’s going to be about things I/we’ve learned
this past year because that‘s more of what is on my mind today.
Say ‘I love
you’ often. You can never say it often
enough. Even if you don’t feel it at the
time, say it. Before you know it, you’ll
start feeling it and believing it and doing it.
You seriously never know when it will be the last time you get to tell
someone that you love them.
Truly be
thankful for what you have. We’ve lived
in our house for 22 years and just recently I realized it is home. I can’t imagine living anywhere else. It’s where the dishwasher doesn’t always
work right and the pool turns green way too often. Where sinks get stopped up and the garage
door gets stuck. And it’s where our
Christmas tree stands in the corner.
Where we find comfort. Where we
can be ourselves and know it’s ok.
Just because
someone doesn’t eat like you, think like you, believe like you or look like you
doesn’t mean they are wrong. Learn from
those around you. Even if you don’t
agree with them it will help you know more about yourself.
Don’t let
your circumstances get you down. We pray
and ask God to fix things. Then when
things start falling apart even worse, we blame Him or don’t think He’s
answering our prayers. Thing is, He’s
answering. And when things are falling
apart, more than likely they are actually coming into place. Just wait.
Trust Him.
Pride. Ugh.
Pride. It divides. It separates.
It brings unforgiveness which leads to bitterness which never leads to
anything good. So nip it in the bud!
And last,
back to love. Never be afraid to
love. Don’t worry about being loved
back. Just love. Love never fails. Love never gives up. Love.
So that's basically what our friends and family will be receiving from us this week. No talk about trips to the beach or job changes or graduations. Just words from a blessed and broken heart. Mine.